Okay guys so this is a little spin-off my short drabble chapter fic I published earlier this month! I'd recommend reading it first just so you get the jest of how everything is because it's pretty AU! This'll probably have one or two more chapters and reviews make them come faster! Oh and I don't own Teen Wolf. Oh and its un-beta's again. Okay so.. Happy reading! xx

Stiles Stilinksi was a very stubborn boy. He had been through hell and back, what with the whole 'my best friend got turned into a werewolf and dragged me into it and now I'm the alphas mate'. Not that being Derek's mate was bad, in fact it was quite fun. Nothing had really changed. Except for the fact that he now spent more time at the newly rebuilt Hale house than his own or the fact that he was now playing "mom" for six people his own age. But Stiles was happy, most of the time. Other times he was regretting ever getting mixed into the werewolf business. He didn't like having to drag his dad into it either. But the Sheriff had been getting more and more nosy about why he was never home and constantly hanging out with people that he had never spoken to before. The fight to tell his dad had been going on for a while, mostly between Derek and Stiles.

The pups tried to help Stiles and get Derek to sway on his decision but stayed out of it after the one time Scott spoke up to say "Well if my mom knows, why can't Stiles' dad know? He'd be cool with it. He deserves to know too Derek." That comment got him tossed into a wall and had Derek out sulking in the woods for hours. No one else made any comment about the situation for a couple weeks after that. But Stiles was persistent. His dad deserved to know. He couldn't keep lying to him. His mom was already gone and he wouldn't lose his dad too. They were used to only having each other, but now that Stiles had the pack he was busier than ever trying to keep everything together. He was slipping away from his dad and he could feel it. He didn't want that though. He'd give up anything for his dad. Even the pack. Even Derek. The Sheriff only had him and Stiles was going to make damn sure that he didn't lose him anytime soon.

Most days Stiles was at the Hale house but as he got angrier at Derek he had taken to spending more time at home. With him not there to cook, his dad had started getting take-away again. That was a big no-no because of his heart, and he knew that! That old man just liked to make things hard for Stiles. It was a little after four and he was cooking dinner. He had decided to stay away from the pack outside of school for a little while. He knew they could smell the frustration and sadness on him and he didn't want his pups to go through that. It wasn't fair to them either.

Cooking dinner occupied his mind and the time passed quicker than he thought because before he knew it the lock was jingling and his dad was stepping through the threshold to the house. "Hey dad!" called Stiles. His dad walked into the kitchen sniffing with one eye brow raised. "You're cooking dinner? You haven't cooked in a while." his dad said as he sat down at the table. Stiles grinned sheepishly and looked down scratching his head. "Uh yeah, I know I haven't been home much but I will be this week. And yes I'm cooking. I've seen the shi- I mean crap that you've been eating. You know you're not supposed to eat take-away! The doctor said you need to cut down on the salt and fatty sh- crap." He glared at his dad.

His dad returned the sheepish smile "You know I can't cook well. I get home late Stiles. And with you being out I just got the easiest available. So don't try and scold me here. Last time I checked I was the parent here." With the angriest glare he could manage he shot back at his dad "Yeah Dad and last time I checked I was trying to keep your heart from stopping". With that Stiles dropped the fork he was using to mix the salad and walked up the stairs to his room.

It was later on in the night when he got a text from Derek asking where he was. Stiles sighed, closed his phone and put it on his night stand. He wasn't in the mood to talk to anyone, not even his mate. He closed his eyes and tried to stuff the panic attack that was coming back into his chest. His dad was fine, he wasn't gonna die, he'll be around for a long time. His dad was fine. He kept repeating that mantra in his head until he heard a knock on his window. Swinging his legs over the side he got up to unlock the window. He was surprised when he saw not one, but two of his pups. Scott and Jackson sat on his roof, waiting for him to step back and let them in. Stiles sighed and walked back to his bed where he flung himself back on and waited until the other two snuggled up to him.

Scott spoke first saying "Your dad called me. Said you two had a fight and that you went up to your room without eating. He didn't say what it was about but I figured it was about his health, yeah?" Stiles just grunted. Jackson spoke next "Why'd you ignore Derek's text? And how come you're not over there. Normally we can't get you two away from each other. I mean I know I'm a dick but even I can tell something's up ma." Stiles and Scott both gave a chuckle at that. Jackson had never called him mom, unless he was whining or he knew something was wrong. "I was planning on having an early night and just sleeping. But then you two showed up. I don't wanna deal with anyone tonight. Not even Derek." He closed his eyes and exhaled. His two pups could tell there was something going on between their pack parents but decided to leave it alone. They looked at each other from their positions on Stiles' bed and nodded. They got up and left with only a snuggle to Stiles' neck as their goodbye.

As they started their walk home to the Hale house they both knew they would be talking to Derek soon. He was the only one who could make their pack mom feel better. And they both knew he wasn't going to like what they had to say.